Kuroo felt sick. It was as if his heart had stopped working all together and as if his lungs didn't know how to take in air. "No, no, no, no" Kuroo shook his head rapidly as he stepped back from the dresser, his words shaky and almost unrecognizable as he started to tear through the room.
He ripped out more dresser drawers; nothing but his clothing. He ran to the bathroom; nothing but his things. He ran to the living room towards the coffee table and TV stand; not even the photo albums and home made cards the two had made for each other years ago were there. Just clear spaces where his precious memories should have been. Where their precious memories should have been.
This couldn't be happening, this couldn't even be real. She would never leave. Every …show more content…
It was on small table next to the door. He looked down and his eyes didn't believe what they saw. How could they? On the table was a key and a letter with his name written in handwriting that he knew well. Too well.
He shakily reached down, his hand not seeming to function properly as he tried to grasp for the contents of the table, his fingers failing until the 4th try. When his hand finally seemed to grasp both the key and the letter he could feel something welling in his chest. Only it wasn't hope; it was dread.
With shaky hands Kuroo brought the key close to his eyes only for his vision to seem to shake afterwards. It was an apartment key. [Name]'s apartment key. His hands shook, his heart ached, he wasn't even entirely sure if his heart was still beating anymore.
With a frantic speed Kuroo let the key fall to the floor, dropping everything to grasp his main interest; the letter. He tore it open, not caring if the envelope it sealed in tore. All that mattered was it's contents. He turned the letter over in his hands and he didn't even notice he had began to hold his breath as he started to
He ripped out more dresser drawers; nothing but his clothing. He ran to the bathroom; nothing but his things. He ran to the living room towards the coffee table and TV stand; not even the photo albums and home made cards the two had made for each other years ago were there. Just clear spaces where his precious memories should have been. Where their precious memories should have been.
This couldn't be happening, this couldn't even be real. She would never leave. Every …show more content…
It was on small table next to the door. He looked down and his eyes didn't believe what they saw. How could they? On the table was a key and a letter with his name written in handwriting that he knew well. Too well.
He shakily reached down, his hand not seeming to function properly as he tried to grasp for the contents of the table, his fingers failing until the 4th try. When his hand finally seemed to grasp both the key and the letter he could feel something welling in his chest. Only it wasn't hope; it was dread.
With shaky hands Kuroo brought the key close to his eyes only for his vision to seem to shake afterwards. It was an apartment key. [Name]'s apartment key. His hands shook, his heart ached, he wasn't even entirely sure if his heart was still beating anymore.
With a frantic speed Kuroo let the key fall to the floor, dropping everything to grasp his main interest; the letter. He tore it open, not caring if the envelope it sealed in tore. All that mattered was it's contents. He turned the letter over in his hands and he didn't even notice he had began to hold his breath as he started to